Chapter 331 - 330: If I’m in a Bad Mood, How Many Years Can You Be Sentenced For?

Chapter 331: Chapter 330: If I’m in a Bad Mood, How Many Years Can You Be Sentenced For?

’It’s not often something this fun comes along.’

’If I let Lin Feng do everything for me, it’d be no fun at all.’

She wanted to toy with those haters for a bit. Otherwise, how would these people learn that she, Lin Xiaoman, was not someone to be messed with?

The file in Lin Feng’s hand was already incredibly detailed. No wonder the "exposé" had started on Little Broken Station; the mastermind behind it was connected to the site.

Lin Feng was determined to deal with this mastermind personally. Targeting Lin Xiaoman was a power play against him.

Moreover, the one thing Lin Feng couldn’t tolerate was anyone messing with his family and friends.

This Chen Guoqiao was simply playing with fire!

However, in his eyes, this matter wasn’t a big deal at the moment.

Since his sister wanted to solve it herself, he would let her have her way.

’He figured he’d let his sister have some fun and amuse herself. When life goes too smoothly, it’s bound to get a little boring.’

If those haters knew what the siblings were thinking right now, and what was about to happen, they would surely turn and run. Of all the people to provoke, they had to pick them.

All Lin Xiaoman wanted was Lin Feng’s approval. After getting his assurance that he wouldn’t interfere, Lin Xiaoman’s lips curled into a mysterious smile.

She opened her phone and, under her Douhu account, announced that she would be starting another livestream in an hour:

"I hope everyone who likes me, and everyone who freshly decided to hate me today, can make it. I have a surprise for you all, and I promise you won’t be disappointed!"

Unsurprisingly, a flood of haters appeared in the comments to curse her out. Of course, many of her fans also rushed over immediately to support Lin Xiaoman.

But Lin Xiaoman didn’t look at any of it.

She stretched and decided to take a nap first.

She had left home too early this morning and was now exhausted. To avoid dozing off during the stream later, she had to squeeze in a nap.

Besides, she wanted to face her doubters looking and feeling her best.

’As long as I’m doing well,’ Lin Xiaoman believed, ’those haters are bound to be unhappy.’

Lin Feng watched speechlessly as she fell asleep just like that. He sighed and turned to leave the room.

"Brother Feng!"

The moment he stepped out, he saw Su Ruoxi hurrying toward him.

Her face was etched with worry, her eyes full of concern.

"What are you doing here?"

Lin Feng took her hand, his heart aching a little as he saw her panting for breath, her face flushed from running.

Su Ruoxi looked past Lin Feng’s shoulder, peering behind him.

"I heard about what happened with Xiaoman and came right over. How is she doing?"

Lin Xiaoman and Su Ruoxi were also very close privately. Su Ruoxi felt that although Lin Xiaoman was young, she was very sensible. It was hard not to like a girl like her.

"Don’t worry. You know how optimistic she is, don’t you?"

Lin Feng smiled and ruffled his hair, planning to take her inside to rest for a bit. Just then, he felt his phone vibrate.

He took out his phone and saw it was a call from his mom.

「For the next little while.」

Lin Feng patiently explained the current situation to his mother, the empress dowager.

He assured her that he would handle it properly and that it wouldn’t drag on for too long.

After finally placating his mother, Lin Feng’s mouth was completely dry. He didn’t even have time to grab a glass of water before he glanced at the time and realized Lin Xiaoman’s stream had already been live for two minutes.

To give his sister plenty of room to operate, Lin Feng truly didn’t interfere. Instead, he found a spot, opened his phone, and started watching the livestream.

He was also quite curious about what Lin Xiaoman planned to do.

However, including the time before he’d tuned in, five minutes had already passed, and Lin Xiaoman was still looking down, reading the comments.

It was as if something there was so captivating she couldn’t tear her eyes away.

「Three minutes later.」

Lin Xiaoman nonchalantly picked up her cup, took a sip, and flashed a brilliant smile at the screen.

"Are you guys done cursing me out?"

"If you’re not done, I can give you more time. Keep going. I’ll start talking whenever you’re finished."

The comment section was instantly filled with question marks. For some reason, Lin Xiaoman’s words reminded them of the terror of being controlled by their homeroom teacher back in school.

Then, miraculously, the number of people furiously spamming curses in the comments actually dwindled significantly.

Lin Xiaoman was very satisfied. She reached out again, picked up her phone from the desk, tapped the screen a few times, then turned it to show the audience watching the stream.

On the phone’s screen was a photo.

The subjects of the photo were a man and a woman. The woman was herself, and the man was the other protagonist of the "sugar daddy" incident—Lin Feng.

"I don’t need to introduce the woman in the photo. Anyone with eyes can see it’s me. But I’m guessing you’re not interested in that, so I’ll get to the point."

Her lips curled into a smirk, her expression languid. She pointed to the man.

"So many of you dug up all this dirt in less than a day, and not a single person noticed that he looks a bit like me?"

The audience: "?"

It was a revelation. If Lin Xiaoman hadn’t pointed it out, even her fans wouldn’t have noticed.

She zoomed in on the faces in the photo for them to get a closer look, then casually swiped to a different picture.

"Can you see clearly enough now? This is a picture of us as kids. The resemblance is even stronger in this one. As for why we look so alike, I think some of you have probably figured it out already."

Lin Xiaoman sneered, or rather, found the whole situation laughable.

"This man you’ve all been calling my sugar daddy... I’m just baffled. Before trying to start a scandal, why couldn’t you do your research properly?"

"This time, I go out with my own brother and get accused of having a sugar daddy. Next time I go out with my dad, who knows what rumors you’ll start."

’Otherwise, it’s just really embarrassing. After the truth comes out, aren’t you the ones who end up looking like fools?’

Lin Xiaoman only meant to clear her name and slap some faces in the process, but the crowd’s train of thought suddenly went off the rails. All they could think about was the phrase, "go out with my own brother."

’Holy crap, the streamer’s family is that rich?’

Lin Xiaoman had made her point crystal clear, and her takedown of the haters and keyboard warriors was ruthless.

For a moment, it made them all incredibly awkward. It seemed like anything they said would be wrong.

But the professional trolls had been slinging mud for a long time. They had their own strategies for dealing with a situation like this.

After Lin Xiaoman finished speaking, the screen was flooded with comments expressing shock at how rich her brother was.

Just then, a different kind of comment suddenly appeared.

"Even if that’s true, it just proves you’re a rich kid whose brother drives a Rolls-Royce. Don’t forget, there’s still the other matter, isn’t there?"

"What’s the person above talking about? You’re changing the subject, you know that? What other matter? Xiaoman is this rich, why would she need a sugar daddy?"

’Wouldn’t a rich guy interested in some minor internet celebrity investigate her family background first?’

But after posting the retort, this fan remembered what the "other matter" was. Since Lin Xiaoman’s family was so wealthy, the possibility that she slept with her fans seemed much higher now.

In the eyes of ordinary people, the rich were bound to be that depraved.

And so, the comment section, which had just started to return to normal, was once again filled with doubtful voices. The paid trolls did their utmost to steer the narrative, determined to turn the comments into a toxic cesspool.

Unfortunately for them, they wouldn’t be able to for long.

Lin Xiaoman put down her phone, leaned back in her chair, and lowered her gaze, composing her thoughts for a moment before looking back at the screen.

The netizens watched her movements, their excitement growing. What Lin Xiaoman said next was what they were truly waiting for.

If they were paid trolls, they could use her words to continue their smear campaign, and then try to drag Douhu and its behind-the-scenes boss, Lin Feng, into it.

If they were fans, the last thing they wanted was to see their idol slandered. What they hoped for most was to see Lin Xiaoman ruthlessly shut down the troublemakers.

Under the eager eyes of the audience, Lin Xiaoman rested her chin on her hand. The light hit her profile from just the right angle, casting her delicate features in an aura of mystery.

Her lips curled into a smile as she began to speak slowly:

"According to the law, publicly insulting another person or fabricating facts to defame them, if the circumstances are serious, is punishable by up to three years in prison, criminal detention, public surveillance, or deprivation of political rights."

"Since you all think my family is so powerful it can blot out the sky with one hand, then the so-called ’victim’ who forged chat logs, stirred up trouble, and posted that video on Little Broken Station..."

"...any guesses how many years you’ll be sentenced to if I’m in a bad mood?"

That was the last thing Lin Xiaoman said on the stream. As soon as she finished, she ended the broadcast, leaving the audience to digest her words.

Even though she had only been speaking for a short while, she had never felt so exhausted after a stream.

Deep down, Lin Xiaoman was still reluctant to talk about her family in public; it was just plain embarrassing.

The netizens hadn’t expected Lin Xiaoman to end the stream so quickly this time. They had a million questions they wanted to ask, but they could only keep them bottled up.

Stretching in front of her computer, Lin Xiaoman looked over at Lin Feng, who had come in at some point and was now standing to the side.

"The rest of it... I can’t do on my own."

She was talking about having the company file a lawsuit against the "victim" in her name.

And while they were at it, to also sue those who had stirred up trouble by posting videos on Little Broken Station.

As for the mastermind behind the whole affair, this lawsuit probably wouldn’t have any substantial effect on them.

But it was better than nothing. Making Chen Guoqiao aware that they weren’t to be trifled with was at least something.